Sleep wouldn't come; he knew that it had something to do with that strange warmth in his heart, a warmth that was his daughter. He couldn't accept it ...- denial was his defense. Reality was his damnation.Marie-Vigneta had just reached for the towel when the door opened and her father walked in. It was hard to say who was more shocked - the young woman who was naked from head to toe, or the older man who perceived before him his most unattainable desire in all her Maja glory. They just stood there. "Jess looked at his father and reached out to begin chaining the larger mower down. He heard another shot and dirt flew up beside his foot. He looked at his father in shock and saw him waggling the pistol ordering him away from the trailer. Angrily Jess moved back and sat on the ground in the shade.About ten minutes later a sheriff's car pulled into the driveway. Jess felt his stomach lurch when he saw it was Clayton driving the car. Clayton saw Bart standing holding a pistol on Jess and put. ”“But things like that don’t...”“Sir, please. You don’t see what happens in classes; I’ve spoken to people who have. Here’s an example of what the Program does that has the potential for causing injury—not physical injury, but severe injury nonetheless. Do you record classroom demonstrations that show sexual activity among students?”“Well, that’s part of the Program. Certainly.”“I assume for so-called ‘instructional purposes.’ What happens to those recordings—the ones that show the kids. “The more we watched together, the more he talked about me doing it – and then the more I started thinking about it ... Then I started thinking about it even when I was alone ... And his fantasy became my fantasy ... And then you’re show started, and we’re watching every week, girl after girl living out our fantasy ... And finally, we decided that I had to be here – so we could have some ‘real’ fun, and let the world know our secret...”The pair of them lean forward, side-by-side, reaching out.